The bond between mother and child — there is, perhaps, no deeper relationship on earth. It’s unconditional love in its purest form.
Whether a child spent nine months growing in our belly or…was dreamed about for nine years and came into our waiting arms via adoption, the connection is undeniable when we stare into their newborn eyes or hold them for the first time. And though it may not feel quite so immediate for some mothers, and those feelings will undoubtedly wax and wane through the years… >> Read More
What if you used a fertility app as a form of birth control — and you accidentally ended up pregnant? Well, that's what happened to 37 women who relied on Natural Cycles, a non-hormonal method of…birth control that bills itself as "digital contraception." Of course, women tracking their periods to minimize (or maximize!) fertility is nothing new — but Natural Cycles was the first time that an app was deemed a medically certified form of contraception in Europe. And yet, Södersjukhuset Hospital in Stockholm, Sweden discovered that 37 of the 668… >> Read More
The good news is that IKEA is running an advertisement that just might change your life. The bad news is that it involves pee.
Of course, IKEA has long been majorly major — and by that we mean…cheap. A kids' Swedish meatballs meal? $2.49. Billy Bookcase? $59. Putting your relationship with your significant other through the ultimate test? Priceless! But now, the ready-to-assemble furniture giant has stepped into new territory by inviting customers to urinate on their latest print ad campaign. Thanks to a combination of new technology and advertising executives' ingenuity,… >> Read More
I wasn’t supposed to have an eating disorder. It was just that little thing that became a bigger thing and then the only thing. For a long time I simplified it, calling it disordered eating. A bad…habit, not a disease. But come each morning, I would strip my clothes, adjust the spanking white scale on the pink tile and weigh myself. Never satisfied with the number on the scale, I skirted food, danced in the shadows of restriction and counted calories fluidly. One candy, five calories, one grape, two calories. I… >> Read More
Even before I became pregnant I knew the rules: Don’t say the baby’s name. Don’t buy anything for the baby. Don’t plan a bris. (God-forbid!) Oh, and don’t talk about what life…will be like when the baby arrives. Because, of course, the Evil Eye is always watching and you don’t want to tempt fate. I’ve spoken to many rabbis about this since having my baby boy last year – and according to them, there’s no halachic justification for this medieval belief system. Just plain old superstition.… >> Read More